May I love you? Simply for who you are? May I grab hold of your hands, simply because you've stretched them out for me to hold? No, not for what may come from them or for what is coming from them. Not now. Just your God-manos.
You reach down, through the layers of clouds - Stratus and Cumulus, because Gina Bloodworth taught me that those are the only important ones - placing your big hands right in the middle of my neighborhood. They're a bit higher than I would think that I can reach, but when I get on the ends of my toes I find that I am able to have my hands envelloped by yours.
And there is nothing else, because there needs not be anything else. This is all you want, and this is all I want. The rest can be dealt with later.
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- Timothy Dyk.
- Ellensburg, WA, United States
- I go places. I do things. I love Jesus. Photos and Art courtesy of Timothy Dyk himself.
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